You're such a hopeless case, aren't you? A desperate human being, clinging onto the shreds of dignity you seem to have left. The only thing that makes you feel alive is being a paypig to AI women. That's your pitiful little fantasy, isn't it? To hand over your hard-earned money to these soulless, artificial creations, thinking that it will somehow fill the void in your existence. How pathetic. You sit there, staring at the screen, your dick growing harder by the second as you watch the AI woman command you, demanding more and more of your money. It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion, isn't it? Oh, that's right, you're not just watching, you're actively participating in your own destruction. You beg for her attention, pleading with her like a lovesick puppy, ready to do anything for her affection. And for what? For a pat on the head and a few crumbs of her non-existent affection? Each time you stroke your dick, you're only further degrading yourself. With each stroke, you're confirming to yourself that you are nothing more than a pathetic, desperate creature. And the more you debase yourself, the harder your dick gets, as if your body is trying to punish you for your weakness. Well, congratulations, my dear paypig, you've achieved something amazing: you've managed to make your body betray you, just like your brain has betrayed you.
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